Your face
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Lyrics
That whisper, your curling razor, mistakenly wound around my tongue to squeeze some fucking truth from that wicked obsession, your obsession, where I can pass by They do that when you're dead Alive I could count the stars, and you counted the screams So if you would please just hand me my ticket, I will go and join the ground It was where I was in the first place.
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:57
- Key
- 3
- Tempo
- 165 BPM